Ampata: Buffy, I do not have any lipstick.

BUFFY: Oh! You can borrow one of mine. There should be some on the desk.

Ampata: What is that? (indicates the trunk)

BUFFY: The station sent the rest of your stuff.

Ampata: Oh. Of, of course. I, I forgot all about it. Uh, I will unpack it later.

BUFFY: No worries. I can do it.

Ampata: Uh, but... you must get ready for the dance!

BUFFY: I'm not going.

Ampata: Why not?

BUFFY: I have work to do. Crime club work. It's really nothing for you to worry about.

Ampata: Oh, I am not worried, thanks to Xander.

BUFFY: He seems very happy around you.

Ampata: I am happy, too.

Ampata: (re lipstick) Mm, this one?

BUFFY: Ooo, no, that clashes. There should be a gold one in there somewhere.

Ampata: Thank you. You are always thinking of others before yourself. You remind me of someone from very long ago: the Inca Princess.

BUFFY: Cool! A princess.

Ampata: They told her that she was the only one. That only she could defend her people from the nether world. Out of all the girls in her generation... ...she was the only one...

BUFFY: ...chosen.

Ampata: Do you know the story?

BUFFY: It's fairly familiar.

Ampata: She was sixteen, like us. She was offered as a sacrifice and went to her death. Who knows what she had to give up to fulfill her duty to others? What chance at love?

BUFFY: Who knows? (goes back to Ampata's trunk) I'll just unpack the rest of your stuff for you.

Ampata: No, really, let me...

(the doorbell rings)

• Slayerhood

written by: Matt Kiene & Joe Reinkemeyer; . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/16mummy.html